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I'm alright
I'm alright
Union Jack
(Fly the flag, fly the flag)

Gimme a Britain that's got back the Great
A race of winners not cramped by
I'm alright
I'm alright
Union Jack
(Fly the flag, fly the flag)

Gimme a Britain that's got back the Great
A race of winners not cramped by
swallowed by the sky
Or by the sea, like me she had a dream to fly
Like Icarus ascending
On beautiful foolish arms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
swallowed by the sky
Or by the sea, like me she had a dream to fly
Like Icarus ascending
On beautiful foolish arms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
I been workin on the farm
Just me and my brother Jack
Choppin a sea of cotton
Till I thought Id break my back
Everything changed
When my daddy
Let's go vike
Let's go vike
I gotta (played/blade?) alibi (x4)

A man in a gripped(?) white suit
??? when you fly by
I'm not gonna talk to your feet
jack-o-latern 
Yo?, I know some kids funny Silly Putty PlayDoh 
They want to step to farms, and build a hay dough 
I drag bodies on down the yellow brick road,
broom
The pony being rather shy
When bitten by blue tail fly

Jimmy, crack corn, I don't care
Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care
Jimmy, crack corn
I been workin' on the farm
Just me and my brother Jack
Choppin' a sea of cotton
'Till I thought I'd break my back
Everything changed
When my
waiting for the day she can spread her wings and fly

She rolled into town dreams in a sack
Old guitar in a blue Pontiac
She's taken a vow
She ain't
invented to give sight
By the white man

We pledge allegiance
All our lives
To the magic colors
Red, blue and white
But we all must be given
The liberty that
waiting for the day she can spread her wings and fly

She rolled into town dreams in a sack
Old guitar in a blue Pontiac
She's taken a vow
She ain't
little boy blue 
but half them kid's ain't seen their pops since like 1982 
but down the street next to the swap meet 
that's the spot where the 3
the wildwood weed.
One day this feller from Washington came by,
And he spied it and turned white as a sheet.
Then they dug and they burned,
And they burned
Old man sitting by the side of the road
With the lorries rolling by
Blue moon sinking from the weight of the load
And the building scrape the sky
knees
Jack, get back, come on before we crack
Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose

You're playing so cool
Obeying every rule
Dig way down in
the wildwood weed.
One day this feller from Washington came by,
And he spied it and turned white as a sheet.
Then they dug and they burned,
And they burned
the wildwood weed.
One day this feller from Washington came by,
And he spied it and turned white as a sheet.
Then they dug and they burned,
And they burned
We've been indoctrinated and convinced by the white racist standard of beauty
The overwhelming popularity of seeing, better off being, and looking
little boy blue 
but half them kid's ain't seen their pops since like 1982 
but down the street next to the swap meet 
that's the spot where the 3
And the silver blue sailing birds 
Fly with the sun on their wings

Secret Gardens of the heart
Where dreams live on forever
I see you shining through
the red and blue and white
Along the riverbank
Past the dealerships and farms

Army dude, only son

'Gon be a
the red and blue and white
Along the riverbank
Past the dealerships and farms

Army dude, only son

'Gon be a
irresistible
The hours fly by
No work gets done

Some Jewish kids still trying
Some white kids trying too
Millions of real American kids
Don't have a clue
At the video shop
Let me fly, fly you away
From all of the depression in you head
Caused by all the living in the red

I've got a bootleg version of Citizen